Trackmasters Nigga

I been through,
Runnin' from cops,
Eatin' beef on the corner
Been through cold cells

Thug in the bench,
'Til that was former
I been put the Mack upon ya
Look fagot

Turn around to shshshsh, to shoot fagets
I been a star
Since Pat Benetar
CNN, Lox the type of shit that have you fleein' a rock

I been put the key in a lock
Who got a song, hot a Capone
And Nore got the Benz, first day home
I been beat Niggas, piss spittin' on hoes

Thinkin' they too good for hood Niggas
Been in my zone
Been in chance since Larry Holmes (?)
And in a forthbuilding,

Been had 'em rappin' the street
Caught 'em wide over Y.O, first felony
So I ain't bought a M ching ching
What is you tellin' me

Yo, yo
I got guns, guns
Mad fuckin' guns, ha
I had them hundreds when you had them little ones, ha

But fuck that, live Niggas, Iraq
And you can catch me with a Teletubbie
Holdin' my gat
Yo, I'm a soldier, what

You a soldier, Nigga infect
A wow, Niggas from suddenly just settin' a trap
I murder you, the Niggas fiend
Just fiend to attack

You shut the tunnel down twice like militant nice
We at the club tonight, Nore yo
Please be nice
I bought the bar out

Crystal, no glass, no ice
I drink it straight from the bottle,
When I spit on a ho
Ah-yo, you punked that bitch

Now I piss on a ho
Melvin Flynt, exclusive new shit
You better tell you heard 'em on this trackmas-shit

Yo, yo,
Nore keep the gunners in crack
To get you in style

L.O.X, CNN, Y.O. to Iraq

Luxury cars, twenty thous,
Thugged out the bar

House on the hill
And my Niggas flowin' for real

Star in the hood
When Niggas go to war we good
We just thugged out hustlers
It's on the hood
We the deepest Niggas out

The streetest Niggas out

L.O.X and CNN
And leave you bleedin' from your mouth

I learned at a young age
Not to ride with dummies
I won't die for they man
But I die for money

[Styles Paniro]
And if the Lox get rich
We gon divide the money
Were we from we stay live
And survivin' hungry

And don't pass me a blunt
Cause you could pass me a gun

[Styles Paniro]
And you can have that pretty bitch,
Right after I cum

And you can front and keep your watch
We go punch your long

[Styles Paniro]
L.O.X style


[Styles Paniro]
Dump and we run

All our dogs up in the slums

[Styles Paniro]
Pumpin' they jumps

Holdin' they pits

[Styles Paniro]
Lightin' blunts
Loadin' they shit

And Niggas can't understand,
That we married the street
And we felt like we were cheatin'
We ain't carryin' our heat

[Styles Paniro]
And we don't like holdin' nothing
But we carry a beat
Hopin' them stay strong

And they can carry the grieve
You break bread with a thief

[Styles Paniro]
And then you scarry to sleep

And we don't try to bury you

[Styles Paniro & Jadakiss]
We try to bury a jeep



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Bleeding From The Mouth Lyrics

Noreaga – Bleeding From The Mouth Lyrics

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